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Post by Katniss Everdeen on Sept 7, 2010 20:26:49 GMT -5
The announcer stood up on the podium, ready to make the announcement of who was picked in the reaping for District 4. As the announcer silenced the crowd, with all the parents watching, knowing that he was sending their children into certain death. Unless they beat the odds.
"Attention" his voice boomed out. He knew that Careers would most likely step up and take spots, but then there was also times that they wouldn't and they'd let little pests get taken care of.
"The two Tributes will have to step up here, Panthea Lamia and Paul Wersbowski" he said as he saw an older teenager walk up towards him. Then the girl made her way up towards him.
"Anyone willing to take either of their spots?" he said as both tributes had finally made it to the platform.
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Post by Annie Dobrev on Sept 7, 2010 20:51:26 GMT -5
Annie sighed. The inevitable happened. Paul got reaped. She sighed. She began walking towards the platform herself. She knew that no one knew what she was going to do. This was going to shock everyone. But who was this girl Tribute? Someone she didn't know. But she would volunteer to help both of them. Rallying sponsors, and getting gifts.
"I would like to mentor these Tributes this year" she said as she looked at Paul. She would do whatever it took to keep him alive. She had done it once, he could do it too.
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Post by Panthea Lamia on Sept 8, 2010 5:51:27 GMT -5
Her steel gray eyes bore into the announcer, daring him to not call her name. This was her year whether her parents wanted it to be or not. Though, it wasn’t like her mother would actually care. With hands clenched into fists at her side, she listened as her name was called. Along with Paul’s. Tipping her head back the usual way she did to assert her dominance, she made her way towards the stage. A Cheshire grin broke across her face as she took confident strides, arms swaying at her sides. Despite the fact that she wanted this, she couldn’t help but to feel a ghost of fear caress her spine, causing an uncertain gleam in her normally devious eyes. However, she forced the feeling to the back of her mind. This was what she wanted. Wasn’t it?
Her eyes flashed to a former victor as she declared that she would mentor Paul and herself. Annie Dobrev. Panthea didn’t exactly mind the idea of her being their mentor – she’d much rather have Finnick Odair. Not like she’d object aloud. Panthea was independent but this woman could be her saving grace. She knew the Games weren’t like training. If she wanted weapons, she’d have to fight for them. Annie was the link that would help her along the way and, even though Panthea doesn’t like to admit to help, she would most likely need it. If only a little.
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Post by Paul Wersbowski on Sept 8, 2010 10:21:53 GMT -5
Paul’s eyes widened slightly as his name was called. He honestly wasn’t expecting to be called. He had already decided that if he wasn’t called, he wouldn’t volunteer. He had no intentions of losing any chance he had at earning Annie’s forgiveness for all he had done. The Careers behind him started saying a few things to him, but they fell on deaf ears. It wasn’t until one of the guys behind him gave him a nudge in the back that Paul came to. His feet swiftly brought his body up to the platform where they called his name. He didn’t even hear the name for the female tribute.
That didn’t last long however as he saw who it was. Fuck me sideways was all Paul thought as he realized how much trouble he was going to be in. Then Annie started her way to the platform. What she was saying completely caught Paul off guard and he stood there with his mouth slightly open and a shocked look on his face. He watched her ascended the platform. He wanted to walk over and hug her, to thank her, but he couldn’t yet. There were regulations that dictated the Reapings. He would wait until their farewells to thank her for this.
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